My father is showing his mortality, alas ... he's still "all there," but he's losing his ability to maintain a conversational facade -- every slightly sad or potentially ticklish topic causes him to speak in a breathless tone that's "not quite crying," if you see what I mean. For somebody who's spent his whole life as Mr. Stony Face (except when clowning), this is a pretty extreme change. He's had a long life and it's kicked him around a bit, but he's content these days and considers himself a fortunate man, which is gratifying.
So yesterday, we were thankful for another year with my dad. :)
Today I intend to spend mostly working on the SJ 10-Year Collection or my next novel; haven't decided which yet. Shopping? Pfui. "Black Friday" can bite me.